Endred, who was leading Seba’s horse on foot, stifled a chuckle.
“Obviously I wasn’t stupid, ’cause I was right.” Cezon leaned down from his saddle to fix her with a calculating glare. “The government had some use for you after all, didn’t they? Pretty keen to get you back now, ain’t they? If you ain’t Moorfainian, how come you been consortin’ with dragons and demons and whatnot?”
Keriya refused to respond to this.
“Whatever happened to those pals of yours?” he went on. Maybe it was a trick of the weak winter light, but she could have sworn Cezon’s expression softened. “Fletcher and the good-looking one. They manage to make it out of your mess alive?”
“Why do you care?” She tried to hide the quaver in her voice, because the truth was she didn’t know if they were alive. If there were wa
